Suddenly, Malora stopped entirely. She pulled back so gently that Bronn barely registered in his haze of pleasure, her tongue giving one last reluctant lap before she retreated into the shadows under the desk.
Alerie, however, showed her true devotion. She stopped sucking and started stroking his cock with both hands, one gripping near his throbbing head, the other wrapping the thick base. Her palms glided over the veined shaft coated in layers of her spit.
Bronn's hips twitched involuntarily, the friction building a fire that made his balls ache with impending release.
Like his cock was a statue of the Seven, she started worshiping it with her tongue. She polished her tongue all over, savoring every inch. The wet heat of her tongue slathered him, leaving him glistening.
She licked his balls next, flattening her entire face against his sack, burying her nose and cheeks into the musky warmth, inhaling deeply while her tongue swirled in broad circles over the heavy orbs.
The more Olenna's words echoed above, the more intense Alerie's actions became, as if the old woman's voice fueled her defiance. She nuzzled deeper, her lips parting to suck one ball into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue before releasing it and moving to the other, her face smeared with her own spit.
It was just her now, Malora silent and still beside her, perhaps watching with wide eyes as Alerie lost herself completely. Her eyes weren't even open, squeezed shut in blissful focus, her world narrowed to the pulsing flesh in her hands and the taste on her tongue.
Bronn was throbbing hard, his cock swelling impossibly thicker in Alerie's grasp, veins bulging against her palms as she worked him. He glanced down again, savoring the erotic chaos.
Lady of House Tyrell, woman of the Lord Paramount of the Mander, Defender of the Marches, Warden of the South; now reduced to sucking his cock even better than most whores, her technique so exquisite and depraved.
Olenna's face eventually returns to normal after a moment of shock. "And… You won't take this child with you?"
"I do as the Seven will it. My task was to sow their seed in her. Hers is to bear the boy and guide him in light and love," Bronn said, and then extended a very subtle hint. "Seems the realm shall have two silver-haired babes now."
"Sadly, Lady Elia's is a son."
Huh? I wasn't suggesting a marriage. Bronn almost laughed. But then he realized something. If Alerie has another daughter with silver hair. If Margaery marries Robert's lad and the other Elia's.
Bronn could imagine the fire burning. The two powerful nobilities destroying each other. Weakening, wreaking havoc across lands, creating the most fruitful grounds for his cult to rise and replace the main Faith of the Seven itself. Chaos was indeed a ladder, and he would be the messiah in all that chaos.
Hah! Cersei will soon birth a girl I put in her. My lad with Alerie can wed her.
He created so many webs in his head. Webs that would eventually catch fire. Forcing House Martell, House Tyrell, and the Crown into a standoff. The entire Westeros would be forced to choose a side.
Then I can appear with a holy resolution—Hah! Ugh… Fuck!
A white-hot spear shot up his spine, and Bronn locked every muscle in his face to stone. No grunt, no twitch; only the faintest curl at the corner of his mouth as the first rope of seed punched out of him like molten silver.
Under the desk, Alerie's warm maw locked itself in an airtight seal, keeping only his knob and an inch more in her mouth. Her breath low and greedy, the vibration milking him harder than any fist.
He blasted spray after spray, hot, burning pulses that flooded her tongue and pooled against her cheeks. Instead of swallowing, she let it brim until Bronn felt his own cum slosh around his cock, warm honey bathing every ridge.
She moved her tongue then, slow circles that used his seed as oil. One lazy swirl, two, then a gentle suck that drew a final pearl straight from the slit. Only when his shaft started to soften did she tilt her head back, throat working in one long, deliberate gulp.
The entire fat load vanished down her noble gullet.
When she finally released him, Bronn risked a glance. Alerie knelt proudly, lips glossy, and opened wide, tongue out. Her mouth was empty, not a drop wasted, and she showed it proudly.
This is insanity… lovely insanity.
"On that matter, I've a word to share. His Grace once bade me to bring you a proposal. Before I speak, know I hold no stake in it. It lies between you and the king. He would see his firstborn wed to your youngest, Margaery. Seven witness it, I speak true."
As expected, unmoved.
Bronn waited for a response while relishing the return of Malora in her quest to awaken him once again. Both, actually, as they slobbered over his entire loins.
Malora's tongue slid along the underside of his half-spent cock, coaxing it with slow, worshipful laps. Alerie joined her, lips brushing the sensitive crown, tasting the lingering salt. Their breasts swayed as their mouths worked, nipples hard and begging for his attention.
Bronn's cock stirred again, lazy but eager, drunk on their shared devotion while above the desk he folded his hands piously.
"I'd been expecting that word to find its way to me, though I can't say I thought it would come from your lips. I imagine he's quivering over that other silver-haired darling."
"Uh…" He almost groaned as he felt Malora use her teeth, mistake or not. "I'd not call it quivering. More like wrath barely leashed. Such tempers are yours to name. My charge is the Seven's work, not the whims of one house or crown."
"The King wouldn't be excited to hear that."
"I've spoken those words to his face before," Bronn said with a knowing smirk. "Besides, I mean to take my preaching across the Narrow Sea one day. The heathens there could use a taste of the Seven's light to chase off their false gods."
For some reason, Olenna Tyrell showed a hint of unease and wariness there. She shifted in her chair. "And you will take your army there?"
"Perhaps, but not whole. I'd see a great Sept raised, high as a castle, with a humble town nestled within its walls. A place for septons and septas to tend the sick with the cures the Seven have seen fit to give me." Bronn finally revealed his grand dream, and also a hint to her. "All I lack is a place to plant the stones."
It was a lie. He didn't lack land. There were plenty of nobles who'd willingly give their entire fief to him. Sure, they were very insignificant nobles, but it was their fief that counted. But receiving land from House Tyrell mattered more. It would serve as an example to other great houses.
Ah… Malora, you witch!
Bronn was hard once again, relishing Malora's deepthroating. She was used to it and didn't gag. She kept his cock balls deep at times, her lips and nose pressed on his pubes. The wet grip of her throat made him shudder.
"Lands?" Olenna muttered, nodding. "I can't imagine denying a healer of your worth a home beyond the Reach. If we were so foolish, someone else would snatch you up to bless their fields. There's plenty of green earth here, warm and generous. South of Highgarden by the Mander, I'll have my son find you a comfortable patch."
Yet, Bronn noticed how worried she appeared during that whole time. Any other lord would have thrown Malora and Alerie away to suck his cock just so he'd build his Sept there. But Olenna seemed scared, even.
"My lady, I'd offer prayers that the Seven heap blessings upon House Tyrell for such favor."
"I should think so. Very well, I'll have a word with my son. And thank you again for mending Willas. It's a mercy to fret over one fewer disaster in my son's lordship."
Bronn didn't stand up for clear reasons. He watched Olenna leave the solar. He waited until the door was shut and finally rose.
"Out, both of you," he ordered and eyed the two gorgeous women with heated desire. "On the bed, bare! Malora, you sit. Alerie, lean your back against her lap. I'll take you first."
Yes, there was a bed in his solar. It was so he could spend as much time as needed to work, to write, and to study. Nobody batted an eye at it once he'd healed Willas. Every demand and request from him was a holy request.
"Mmmh… As you wish, Lord Septon." Malora moaned and grabbed Alerie's hand, dragging her towards the bed. Both of them also removed their gowns, going completely bare. Where Malora was more plump and shorter, Alerie was tall, graceful, with the softness of a woman kissed by motherhood. Malora had fatter tits, yet Alerie's were oozing with warm nectar.
Bronn walked over to the door and locked it first, and then discarded his septon robes. He then walked towards the bed, finding both women in place. Malora Hightower and Alerie, once a Hightower.
And it appeared Malora knew just what to do.
Malora settled against the headboard, thighs splayed wide like an altar for sin. Alerie reclined into her lap, spine arching, head cradled between the heavy sway of Malora's breasts.
With a wicked little purr, Malora hooked her hands beneath Alerie's knees and spread them wide, holding the taller, younger sister open until her knees brushed the swell of her own milk-heavy tits from each side. Her thighs trembled, cunt blooming pink and slick in the candlelight. A perfect holy offering, slick lips parted in shameless invitation.
And certainly, 'Bronn the Blessed' took that offering Malora so lovingly prepared.
What a view! Ugh… Good to build my Sept here. Alerie can visit often.
Bronn knelt between those soft legs, drinking in the sight. Alerie's cunt glistened, swollen folds flushed dark rose, her juices already slipping down to stain the sheets. Above, her breasts ripe, nipples tight as cherries, heaving between her knees, a single pearl of milk trembling at each tip.
"Let the Maiden's ritual begin!"
With that "holy chant," Bronn dragged the blunt crown of his cock through Alerie's soaked pink slit, coating himself in her slick. Then, he slammed home in one brutal thrust.
Plap!
Alerie's cunt swallowed him whole; warm, wet walls fluttering around his girth like a prayer.
"Ahh—ummm~" Alerie's yelp cracked into a throaty moan, back bowing as he bottomed out. He'd fucked her so much her pussy gave him an open passage through her warmth, no longer a tight struggle.
"Ummmh… Warmth of the Gods!" Bronn growled as he started to thrust, eyes locked on Alerie's flushed face. Her cheeks were flushed deep, her sweat-slick hair plastered to her brow, her lips parted in a silent, blissful scream.
Behind her, Malora grinned wide, pupils blown black as she watched every inch of Bronn's thick shaft disappear into her sister's greedy cunt, the lewd stretch of pink flesh around the veined cock making her own thighs clench.
"Malora—prepare the teats," Bronn ordered, his palms sinking into the plush give of the Lady of Highgarden's thighs to keep her pinned wide, legs bent up on each side.
Malora giggled, filled with lewd thrill. She cupped Alerie's heavy breasts from behind, thumbs circling the stiff buttons before pinching hard. Maternal milk jetted in thin, warm streams, splattering Bronn's chest, running down Alerie's ribs.
"Ah!" Alerie yelped. Her cunt spasmed around Bronn's cock at the sharp tug, milk dripping faster as Malora milked her like a prized cow.
Hotter than seven hells! Gah!
Bronn's hips snapped forward, cock pistoning deep, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
His throbbing cock claimed her heated core with mindless plunder, shoving in deep again and again. He rammed his entire body weight into her noble cunt with each plunge, his balls swinging and slapping her ass. Each thrust dragged a fresh gush of milk from Alerie's bosom, the pearly nectar smearing across his skin.
Her lower lips clenched around him like she'd never been bred before, feverishly hard even with his babe already swelling her belly.
"Umm… Let the Maiden's nectar be my guidance!"
With those words, Bronn leaned forward, down on Alerie. His palms sank even deeper into her doughy thighs as she lay on her elder sister's lap.
Malora's fingers dug into the soft undersides of Alerie's magnificent breasts and pressed them together with reverent force. The nipples huddled close, leaking in tandem, twin pearls of white trembling between them.
"Ummmm!" Bronn sealed his mouth over both nipples, sucking hard, drawing the sweet flood straight from the source. His tongue swirling, swallowing the nectar while still pounding her cunt raw.
The warmth slid down his throat, decadent from knowing whose fingers still pinched and coaxed, whose thighs cushioned Alerie's shuddering spine. A taboo sisterly love that made his cock throb even harder.
He drank her motherly milk, full of desire and passion for giving life, mouthful after mouthful. The harsh suckles were relentless, turning her nipples red and sore. Then, he filled his mouth until it brimmed, and rose just enough to face the older sister.
Face to face, he sealed his lips around Malora's.
Malora opened her mouth instantly, eyes glazed with devotion. As he spilled the warm nectar into her mouth, she drank it down with a throaty moan. Her tongue chased every drop of her sister's fresh dairy, sweeping inside Bronn's mouth, licking him clean.
"Ungh…" Alerie whimpered beneath them, petals clenching tighter at the wet sounds of her own essence passing from sister to sister through Lord Septon's kiss.
Bronn ripped his mouth from Malora's with a wet pop and snarled, "Uh… Almost there!"
He shoved Alerie's thighs wider, returning knees into her older sister's grip, and dropped both hands to those milk-heavy tits, fingers sinking deep into the cloud-like flesh. He squeezed hard, forcing fresh streams to arc across Alerie's belly.
Malora smirked and held Alerie's quivering legs tighter. Then, without hesitation, she rocked Alerie with her thighs, down onto Bronn's cock, forcing her to take him even deeper. She fucked her sister on the same cock that had filled her own womb, guiding her with a twisted, perverse pleasure.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Bronn speared into her over and over. Each thrust jolted Alerie, making her tits thrash harder in his palms. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the chamber, squelching wet and feral.
"Oo—oooh!" Alerie's cry cracked into a shattered wail as her climax slammed through her.
Her legs jerked, trying to snap free, but Malora's hands locked them wide. Her thighs trembled like bowstrings, toes curling. Pure bliss painted her face, her eyes glassy. She watched Bronn's cock spear her again and again, the thick shaft kissing her womb with every brutal thrust.
She felt him swell, felt the first hot pulse, and welcomed it with a broken, "Mmmm! Yes!"
Bronn crushed his hips flush to hers, pubes grinding slick against slick. His balls drew tight and then…
He erupted.
Creamy ropes blasting deep, flooding her already-stuffed cunt in heavy, decadent surges. Each pump painted her walls white, churning into frothy cream that oozed around his base, bubbling at the seal. The pressure forced it back, a lewd, creamy backwash seeping out in slow, viscous globs.
He held there, grinding, milking the last pulses that made him shiver.
Then, he eased back. The ruined hole gaped, pink, swollen, and pulsing. A fat ribbon of pearly seed spilled out, and blob after creamy blob followed, sliding down her slit. A second wave welled up from inside, thicker, almost custard-like, drooling in heavy strands that clung to her folds before breaking free with soft, wet plops.
"Alerie… The Gods… are pleased… Willing to bless you with the realm's… most beautiful daughter," he offered, weaving his games.
"Aaaaah!" Alerie moaned just hearing that. As if she came once again, her hips jerked. "Yes! Yes, bless me again… Oh… Lord Septon."
Aye, I will.
Finally, he looked up at Malora, his most faithful, right after Unella.
"Your turn to be blessed," Bronn said, and thought of a delightful and truly vile position. "Malora, lie flat on your belly. Alerie, sit before Malora's face, your legs spread. My pride, my septa shall drink my holy spill out of you with her mouth."
The two women didn't think, they just moved.
Before Bronn even got behind Malora to straddle her thighs and slide his half-erect cock in, he heard the moans already. Malora had already shoved her mouth in Alerie's cunt, locking, sucking, eating, lapping.
"Oooooh!"
And Alerie just moaned, leaning back on her arms, head fallen, eyes closed.
Ah! I'm the most blessed in this god forsaken realm!
And once again, he drove in that velvety, snug cunt of Malora's. Her plump, proud, round hips welcomed him with their softness.
Fools, hah! Blind, all of them.
The unholy ritual continued.
Beyond planned, Malora ended up not only draining his juices from Alerie's cunt, but also bringing Alerie to climax, and then lapped that as well, as if it were Bronn's blessing. She most certainly believed that.
Aye, mine. All is my blessing… Fucking tight!
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